She can remember all the things
\nshe’s going to do
\nthey line up in the rafters
\nbarn swallows watching the sky for autumn<\/p>\n
There is no
\nused to
\ncould have
\nin the sky
\njust clouds nestling the flirty sun<\/p>\n
Her notebook bursts
\nlike crotched nests in spring
\nshe sketches tomorrows
\nin coloured ink
\nwhile her sons tug her wrists
\nsomething is waiting behind a cloud
\nshe can feel its warmth on her back
\nwatching for the moment<\/p>\n
She holds a robin’s egg
\nsky blue
\nblue is the colour of hope
\nshe knows that
\nbut her cheeks hold
\nmemories
\nof glances in the market
\ncomments on her cotton dress
\na mutter follows her as she leaves<\/p>\n
Her fingers pluck at the string
\nknotted around her thumb
\nit holds another future
\nher little boy looks up
\nwondering<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
She can remember all the things she’s going to do they line up in the rafters barn swallows watching the sky for autumn There is no used to could have in the sky just clouds nestling the flirty sun Her … Continue reading